Sera's pov
His smile doesn’t fade. It sharpens.
Cassian steps closer—slow, deliberate, like a predator who already knows the prey won’t run. The towel finally gives up its fight; one tug of his fingers and the knot unravels. White terrycloth pools at his feet.
I can’t breathe. At this point, I felt like I didn't need too
He’s massive. Thick, veined, flushed dark at the tip, already glistening with the bead of precum that wells at the slit. The sight of him—fully hard, heavy, curving slightly upward—makes my recently-spent body clench again, empty and greedy despite the aftershocks still trembling through me.
My thighs are slick, my panties ruined, skirt still rucked up around my waist like a white flag of surrender. I should close my legs. I should tell him no. I should do anything e
